Not The Same With Marshall Lee by SleepingFox (aka Windflower, ChaiMom)

Part 3 The Interrogation

Not the Same Part 3 The Interrogation

                       Darkness seemed to suit Marshall, after all he was king of the Nightosphere and being in a prison like this didn't both him at all. Over the millennia, he had escaped many prisons and killed many guards to get free. He had no remorse about that, but he did about what transpired with Fiona. Guilt caused his full stomach to churn and he groaned inwardly. ( I couldn't help it! She just felt so soft and tasted so sweet, like one of Bubblegum's pastries. I love stealing those. Hmm, maybe, I was just super hungry. Yeah, that's it. It's got to be.) Marshall felt better just explaining it away and shrugging off the guilt , as if he didn't care. Smiling, he leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes, licking his mouth and teeth, and humming of its taste. " Mmm, Fiona. " He chuckled, quietly.
                       Just then, something caught his ear and a noise arose down the corridor. It seemed to build as it got closer, and bright lights accompanied it. Were those voices? Marshall peeked out of one eye and looked in the direction of the noise. It was Prince Bubblegum's voice yelling down the corridor. " Marshall! We have to talk! " The prince boomed. He approached his prisoner's cell door and shook his pink fist, angrily. " Open the door!" He barked at one of his pink fluffy guards. The guard obeyed and the door swung noisily open. " Sheesh, Bubbs! Why do you have to be so loud? " Marshall complained, wincing at the bright torches. " I was enjoying this quiet spot, just chilling and collecting my thoughts, until you showed up. What's up?" Marshall continued, not intimidated by Bubblegum's presence.
                      " Oh? Anyone in particular in those dark thoughts of yours, Marshall? " The prince asked, angrily, and crossed his arms. " Yeah, " Marshall replied and closed his eyes in a hum, before he continued, " someone we both know very well. " Prince Bubblegum stepped closer in a threatening manner and gritted his teeth, as he spoke. " Someone blonde and named Fiona? " He inquired, heatedly. Now, Marshall opened both eyes and looked straight at the prince. " What? I was hungry, extremely, and Fiona's cut finger didn't help. " He replied to the prince' s question. " Glob, Marshall! S-steal pastries from my stash , but don't go around biting friends! " Bubblegum exasperated. Then, paused and frowned. " Wait, you cut her finger?! " He exclaimed in Marshall's direction. 
                         It was Marshall's turn to blurt out a question. "What?! No, dude, she cut her own finger on one of my guitar strings. " He interjected, waving Bubblegum away from him. Then, Prince Bubblegum stood to his full height and took a threatening stance. " Explain, Marshall Lee. " He ordered , quietly.  " Okay, " Marshall started, " two nights ago I was jamming on my guitar and Fiona came knocking on my door to ask me something…."

   Flashback: Two Nights Ago

                          Marshall jams away on his ax shaped guitar and sings new lyrics for a song he planned on singing for Fiona. The sound of a knock at his door interrupts his thoughts and he stops singing. He pauses, and the same knock repeats. " Come in! " He calls out. Marshall knew who it was immediately by the sound of the knock. The door crept open and Fiona stepped into the room in her usual outfit and backpack. " Hey, Fiona. " Marshall greets, with a smirk. " Hey, Marshall. " She says back, with a smile. The blonde pauses, then asks. " Marshall, how are you at giving guitar lessons? " She asks, curiously. " I'm the master at it. " He replies, smugly and winks.  " Cool. Can you teach me , please? " She asks, leaning forward and waits for his answer. " Sure. When do you want to start? " 
                         " Tonight! " Fiona blurted out, excitedly. " Ok, come on over here and I'll teach you how to hold a guitar, positioning your hands in the right places, and what not. " Marshall laughed. Fiona steps closer to Marshall, until she stands beside him. Gently, he lifts the guitar strap from his shoulders, stands his full height, standing behind her , and places the strap over her delicate shoulders. " Ok, now there's a weight to it you've gotta get used to, princess. " He smiled, and paused as he helped her support the wooden ax handle neck of the guitar. Sighing, at the sudden addition of warmth, not to mention closeness of Fiona's soft body, Marshall became momentarily distracted. He had to shake his head of the feverish thoughts that assailed his mind, before continuing the lesson.
                    Gaining his composure, the Vampire King cleared his throat, before commenting on her technique. " Good. Now keep your back straight, shoulders down, and most important bend your knees. That way the center of gravity goes...ahem, in between your feet forming a solid base. " Marshall paused, to hear Fiona's soft giggles at his fumbling of words. " Ok. " Fiona said. 
                    " Now, try strumming these chords. " He said this, as he pointed to certain strings. She obeyed wordlessly, and the sounds coming out like a cat scratching across a chalkboard. Wincing, he regained his compassion for the beginner and gently showed her how much pressure each string should receive. Second time was better. 
                     The third time, got Marshall's attention! One of his guitar strings snapped and came flying at the two. He stepped in front of the snap, before her body could receive any harm, but her finger was exposed. That's when the sound of Fiona's gasp reached his ears, and the smell of...HER blood?

                      " I saw her bleeding finger and reached to kiss it better, then sucked on it into my mouth. Then, instinct took over...mmm. I couldn't help myself, Bubbs! " Marshall finished , with a grin. Prince Bubblegum’s face was red as a tomato, he was seething with anger. " Marshaaaalll! " He yelled. " You could've killed her , or worse. " Marshall paused , and looked at him. " Oh, yes, " he continued,  arrogantly, " she would become my queen, wouldn't she? That's what bothers you about all this doesn't it , Prince?"
                        Bubblegum looked at Marshall incredulously and grumbled. " A little. " Marshall got up , curious, and walked toward the pink prince. " You're jealous, aren't you, Bubbs? You don't want me to be with Fiona. You want to be with her. " 
                        " No, no, no, that's not it! I have a kingdom to keep safe, and friends. I don't need you getting out of control, threatening people's lives,  and turning half the kingdom into your undead army. Especially, Fiona! " Bubblegum growled. " Whaat?? I would never do that to her...unless she consented." Marshall blurted, not believing his ears. " Marshall,  no! We'll have none if that in the Land of Oo, not without my father's permission. " Bubblegum objected, strongly. 
                          A devilish grin spread across Marshall Lee' s face. " Then, I'll kidnap her to the Nightosphere, and persuade her there. " He laughs teasingly,  at Bubblegum's expense. Marshall loved to get a rise out the pink prince, gloat at how Fiona was into him and his guitar. The prince had had a enough, and balled his pink hand into a fist. 
                          Just then, one of the guards knocked on the cell door. " Your majesty, I apologize for interrupting. Terribly sorry, but your father has requested an audience with you. " The prince grumbled. " Umph, always at a bad time. Very well, then. " He pauses before continuing to glower at the Vampire King. " This conversation isn't over, Marshall. I'll be back after the meeting with my father. Mark my words, Vampire King, this could end in a duel." " Ooh, I'm scared,  Bubbs! " Marshall teases,  then laughs." Chill out, dude,this isn't a big deal. It was one time. "         
                            Prince Bubblegum stops and turns to him, about to say something , but hesitates. He storms off with the guard beside him, after having locked the cell door behind him with a loud clang.  Then, disappears from sight and leaves Marshall in the darkness with his thoughts. With a bored sigh, Marshall sit down on the fluffy cot and lays back. He thinks about Fiona and his favorite tune with her name filling his brain with sweet thoughts. Finally, after a few moments he dozes off having nothing better to do.

To Be Continued...